The Night ... It Is Filled With

When What Is Is Congruent To What Is Supposed, The Reaction Is Functional And The Mental Processes Competent. When What Is And What Is Supposed Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, The Choice Of Reactions Is Random. Something Tears.

You Meet A New Person, You Go With Him And Suddenly You Get A Whole New City...you Go Down New Streets, You See Houses You Never Saw Before, Pass Places You Didn't Even Know Were There. Everything Changes.

There Is A Hollow, Holey Cylinder Running From Hilt To Point In My Machete. When I Blow Across The Mouthpiece In The Handle, I Make Music With My Blade. When All The Holes Are Covered, The Sound Is Sad, As Rough As Rough Can Be And Be Called Smooth. When All The Holes Are Open, The Sound Pipes About, Bringing To The Eye Flakes Of Sun On Water, Crushed Metal. There Are Twenty Holes. And Since I've Been Playing Music, I've Been Called All Different Kinds Of Fool - More Times Than Lobey, Which Is My Name.

Good Writing Is Clear. Talented Writing Is Energetic. Good Writing Avoids Errors. Talented Writing Makes Things Happen In The Reader's Mind - -vividly, Forcefully.

I Want To Read About A Character Doing Something Fairly Quiet Where I Can Picture Who The Character Is, And What Their Attitude Towards The World Is - Which I'm A Lot More Interested In Than What They Do Under The Pressure Of A Gunfight.